You deceive me with your appearance, orange flower.
You're simplistic, yet engulfed by such character.
Your colors echo the brightness of life,
But your heaviness commands
The controlling ways of the winds.

When I kiss him, I see you, orange flower.
I feel the rush of your fiery colors
Filled with mixtures of pinks and yellows
That represent the passion and purity
In which we appear outwardly.

But like you, orange flower,
He possesses the inability
To allow the winds to alter the way
We sway together naturally.
Will you dance with me, orange flower?